// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
It has taken Danta a surprising amount of time to pull himself together as well, but that's likely because he's chaos incarnate, and opting to put himself into a very particular box, even for one evening, takes quite a bit of effort. Nevertheless, he likes to think he's done the butcher justice with his attire - entirely in black, each button exquisitely fastened, every crease pressed out, and with the back of his shirt entirely missing, he might not have a window of scars to show off, but it still invites a salacious sort of touch that won't end well for interlopers tonight.
Straightening his cuff in the mirror and glancing very appreciatively at Asta's reflection as he approaches, Danta smirks at the muzzle and inclines his head yes. "It wouldn't be complete without it, would it?" he grins, dropping his hands and obediently lifting his chin so Asta might fasten it about his mouth. His fair hair has been neatly slicked back behind his horns tonight, free of adornments and with not a strand out of place.
"I very much approve of your wardrobe choice, darling," he adds with a grin he can't help.
Straightening his cuff in the mirror and glancing very appreciatively at Asta's reflection as he approaches, Danta smirks at the muzzle and inclines his head yes. "It wouldn't be complete without it, would it?" he grins, dropping his hands and obediently lifting his chin so Asta might fasten it about his mouth. His fair hair has been neatly slicked back behind his horns tonight, free of adornments and with not a strand out of place.
"I very much approve of your wardrobe choice, darling," he adds with a grin he can't help.
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
